Author's Note: This is my first Fan Fiction! Firstly, thank you for reading it, I hope you enjoy it. I wasn't too sure if I could scrap all the characters from the movie completely and come up with something like this, but we'll see how it goes. Inception's a great movie, I highly recommend you watch it before reading this, as a basic understanding of how it works is required. Also, I hope you catch on to some little references I make throughout! Should probably add a disclaimer: I don't own anything about, of or from Inception, this is just for fun.

12th October, 12:00am

My client walks in and sits upon the long chair I have placed next to the PASIV device.
I tell him to get comfortable, for we have a long day ahead of ourselves.
He claims he only has half an hour, I laugh.

My name is Adam Calmes, I am a psychologist, I tell him, but I specialize in a very specific type of psychotherapy; sub-conscious psychotherapy.
I point to the PASIV device on the table, and tell him this will allow me to do my work with you, that I am going to make him dream in a very different way, and from that way, we will work out his problem.
The patient report claims this man is classed as 'mod-stable', which is nothing un-ordinary for someone like me with my experience. Through dream sharing I have shaped killers and rapists into rational people. This man sat in front of me has done nothing wrong, but is losing his mind.

Describe to me your problem, how you look at it, I say.

His account: "It started a few years back, when my parents were killed in a car crash. I was in my mid-thirties, living with my wife, and my parents were coming to stay with us for a weekend. Since they live up in Scotland, and we lived in London, we barely got the chance to see them. The funeral was two weeks later. It… shocked me more than anything. Suddenly, the world was a dangerous place to me, with limitless possibilities for disaster. It changed me."

Like it would any normal person, I reassure.

"My wife, she couldn't understand what I was going through, how could anyone who still had their parents? She comforted me, but ultimately, was impatient; she waited for me to just 'get over them'. But I couldn't. I still can't. I was never the same, and she could see that. Slowly, everything turned sour. She comforted me less and less, she never tried to completely try to understand what I was going through. She turned away from me, sought others. It hurt a lot. I tried opening up, but she wouldn't hear me. Rejections turned into fights and arguments, and six months ago… she left me."

What did you make of this? What was your initial reaction?

"I hated myself. Why couldn't I have just moved on and lived happily ever after?"

Your reaction is based on your links with your partner. After the loss of your parents, she became a rock for you, grounding; almost a motherly figure. You have to realize your loss and grieving is entirely natural. I want to ask you a question. Six months later, how do you now feel?

"I've just lost the three biggest people in my life. My marriage of 9 years is broken, how do you think I feel?"

You tell me.

"Lost. Hatred. Every night I turn over and I can feel the empty side of the bed. I'm losing my mind thinking of how I could have handled things differently, was it my entire fault?"

Of course not, I say.

"I could never accept my wife back into my life, not after the things she said to me. I just want to move on, but I can't. I'm not happy."

Happy is a point of view, maybe you look at everything that reminds you of these past events and they make you believe you are unhappy? I suggest.

"You're the doctor."

So my certificate says behind my desk. I move over and sit on the other side of the PASIV case, I say, this device is called a PASIV. If you want my help and want to get to the root of your problems, then there is something you need to know about the way I work. Your sub-conscious is the most powerful, yet passive part of your brain, able to create dreams and recollect memories. This device allows us to access your sub-conscious through something called shared dreaming. You are the subject, and you are also the dreamer. In what will follow, I am the guide, and I will guide you through a series of challenges and activities that will ultimately cure you. The first thing you should know is this; you will be unconscious for the best part of this session. Secondly, you have to trust me completely to do what I need to do to help you. Every painful experience, every twisted thought you've had, I will find out. Now, I'm not here to judge you, but this is a very personal, but powerful, psychological technique, and by the end of this I will know you as well as your parents knew you, as well as your wife knew you, and as well as you think you know yourself. I need you to open up completely to me. Your mind is my workplace. Thirdly, due to the nature of the sub-conscious and dream sharing, it can be a little uncomfortable, a little risky and maybe dangerous at times, for example when a dream collapses, or if you exhibit strong emotions that risk the damage of the dream. I am a trained professional; I have worked with people in worse positions than you are so you have nothing to fear. Do you accept?

He contemplates and asks a few questions regarding dreams. It takes up a further five minutes, but eventually he agrees. I open the PASIV and pull out two wires, explaining I shall use a sedative on him to help him slip into the dream-state. I explain that usually there's a third dreamer who builds the world of the dream, but for therapy methods, it was always better to use the subject's sub-consciously perceived world as a foundation. I ask him to lie down comfortably and insert the tube into his arm and place the other in my own. I have a strong sedative, so I set the timer for 10 seconds, he does not see this. The mechanics of dreaming are something I don't bother my clients with.

I am falling. The world is dark and endless. For some reason I know I'm spinning.

Can you hear me? I call out. At once his projection shows up in front of me, also falling.

We are currently falling through your un-constructed sub-conscious mind, I explain. This world is yours own and abides by your laws.

He asks how we can stop from falling. I say build a floor.

Crash.

We are now in a field. The floor we landed on was soft earth, so the damage wasn't too painful. He doesn't know it, but his mind is already building a world around the floor. Some trees far away, leading into a forest, a canvas of sky, though rather unsettled. A telephone pole someway off but close enough it had to be a memory, a broken fence, but no life around us at all.

Welcome to your sub-conscious, I say.

He stands and looks around, not questioning the obvious pain in a dream world.

You've been here before? I ask.

He replies, "Yes, this is where my wife and I got lost once."

The telephone pole? I press.

"I thought there may be a house nearby; I suggested we should follow the wire."

We are in a memory, I say and start to notice the scenes playing around us, but I do not want you to watch. Focus your attention on me and me alone.

"She is beautiful," he exclaims.

I snap my fingers in front of his eyes, a technique that works wonders. The sound carries for miles. His eyes meet my own.

Maybe we should go somewhere less memorable to start with? I say, imagine a different field.

He struggles, but eventually green runs straight to the horizon. No forests, no telephone pole, and no fences.

Memories will try to burst into this place, I explain, but at all times, try to focus on the task at hand.

"Which is?" he asks.

I want you to build a simple house.

"How do I do that?"

Use your imagination.

Authors Note: And that's chapter 1. Let me know what you think, I could really do with some constructive advice. Thanks again!